What would you think if you saw a guy walking through the mall and he had a bull’s eye on the front of his pants right over the fly? You’d probably laugh and think he’s a pervert. I thought of this the other day while I was in the airport and I was walking behind a girl wearing sweatpants with the word “Pink” across the rear. I’ve read the articles and had conversations with women about being treated equally with men, that they’re not “just a piece of meat”, etc.. But here was a young lady intentionally drawing attention to a part of her body that if you said anything to her about, she’d probably slap you.
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I recently attended my first graveside burial service. The father of a students in my youth group had passed after a long struggle with cancer. The ripple it sent through every student began the moment I told the first group of students about it. It only took seconds for the tears to come as they put an arm around each other. One student ran and as I caught her, she simply buried her head on my shoulder and sobbed. My own emotions and well-being took a back seat as I not only had a student whose father had passed, but an entire youth group in mourning to care for. No one knew what to do, but they knew they didn’t want to be alone. Continue reading